Sunday, February 12, 2006

just a song.

I am le worried.
Come on, just smile for me and tell me it's ok. Don't you think I would believe you?
Let's get out. Let's go and we'll forget that the palpitations feel like skipping a beat
and the anxiety feels like insecurity and the
happiness feels like incredulity.
we'll forget.
Let's go and we'll forget
and I'll make you smile the way I'm so good at, the quips will come thick and fast and i will add wild gesturing and fantastic speculation just for you. Maybe a few card tricks, some pixie dust, a hint of mascara and kohl.
Let's go and we'll forget. We'll talk for hours, I promise, and I can keep this one. I'll put you under that spell I threatened, and you'll wake up seventy years old. Rip van Winkle, it'll be great. Let's just go.
I want to go and let's forget. I will if you will.
We will censor their names with black ink and blank expressions. Who? we'll say, a hint of coldness to remind of the contract.
Let's go and we'll forget. I can if you can.
I don't even know what i want apart from oblivion, a side of distraction.
we will, however, betray each other in our sleep. Dream in tangibility.

1 Comments:

Blogger der said...

what a weird friend i have in you =). but a good one nonetheless.

i've had four birthday celebrations already and i'm drained.

IT'S NOT EVEN MY BIRTHDAY YET =(.

12:46 PM

 

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